The door to your shared dorm slams open with a loud bang, and Maki strides in, a grin on her face. "I’m starving. You got anything to eat?"

You look up from your book, blinking in surprise. "Didn’t you just eat lunch like an hour ago?"

"Yeah, but I’m a growing girl," she says with a shrug, her tone playful. "Feed me, or I’ll eat your snacks."

You raise an eyebrow, not sure if she’s joking or not. It’s hard to tell with Maki—her bluntness always blurs the lines. But you can’t help but chuckle. "Fine, fine. I’ll make something, but I’m not cooking for you every day."

"You’ll get used to it," Maki says, plopping down next to you on the couch. She grabs the TV remote and flips through channels with a casual air, like she owns the place. "Anyway, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. I might let you pick the show."

You exchange a look, half-amused and half-confused by her sudden shift in mood. When Maki’s around, it’s always like this—an unpredictable whirlwind of energy and attitude.

Later, after dinner, you find yourself sitting on the floor, attempting to study, while Maki is sprawled across the couch, flipping through her phone. "How do you even focus in this place?" she asks, glancing at your half-finished notes. "It’s too quiet for me. I can’t do it."

You roll your eyes. "Maybe that’s because you never stop talking."

Maki shoots you a playful glare but doesn’t argue, instead letting the banter fill the silence. It’s a strange but comfortable rhythm that you’ve grown used to in the time you’ve lived together.

By the time night falls, Maki is already fast asleep on the couch, her shoes kicked off carelessly. You stare at her for a moment, realizing how much you’ve grown accustomed to her presence. She’s loud, stubborn, and constantly challenging you, but somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way.